Legacy

Andara Several Hours Later... Meanwhile, on and above Andara, as Patriarch Jensen prepared the requested documentation under displeasing scrutiny, a communication from Ylesia come across the channels aboard the House Contispex. It was the Sovereignty Forces at Ylesia informing their higher ups of not only a fight between two members of House Maximus on foreign soil, but one of them being a underage girl of sixteen being named as Pandora Legatha Maximus I. All documentation of the detainment crossed the channels roughly the same time as the documentation from Patriarch Jensen was recieved, but by the time their Victory Class vessel would arrive at Ylesia, only Bull would be found with Pandora once again in the wind.

It had taken weeks for Pandora to locate and find the planet from her visions, but now she stood upon the precipice of Ylesia's soil with intent to understand. Yet, she knew she had to be quick about finding out what this world meant and the players she saw in her dreams stood for. Gazing from behind veiled eyes upon this distraught world and its inhabitants, she casually walked upon the displaced and their exhausted emotions in cloaked form, not as Lady Pandora, but as one of them, under the assumed name of Pretal Miri. She had to be quick though, as she knew House Maximus, and likely the Imperial Remnant would be hot upon her trail. Or so she assumed. But this world was different. The Galaxy was different. And it's confusion only inhibited her thoughts and planning. There seemed to none of the Remnant upon this world, only those whom were called Sovereign. Some even jested that they were of the former, and yet, she knew better. Or at least she thought so, even in her third day within the refugee encampment. Intelligence was never a strong suit of hers, but she knew how to play a part, and so she had spent most of her time describing those from her visions as lost family members and gathering intel of their whereabouts. And at night, she laid awake for most of its hours in reflection, referencing the day's revelations in her mind so that a plan can be hatched as each piece clicked together to form a canvas within her mind. And yet, her mind remained as fractured as ever with the inclusion of the Sovereign and it's unknown role in harboring the refugees she had infiltrated. It had only been a month since she returned home to Andara from service. And yet, so much seemed aloof in the Galaxy she thought she knew. She often questioned this reality and her sanity. Yet, when Bull showed upon on Ylesia the following day and ousted her cover, the moment to move on came quicker than she had welcomed. After a rather quick duel ensued, both she and Bull were arrested and placed in detention while the Sovereignty was contacted. In was in their detainment, that Bull finally coughed up to the entire scheme and her cloning was revealed, sending Pandora into a catatonic state of mental break down. It wasn't until the next morning that Pandora's ruse had come to fruition and she had once again escaped.

Andara Currently... It had been three days since Lady Pandora's disappearance under the cover of night and as Lord Jensen took matter of state across his desk, an initiate brought forth a communicator that hailed a member of House Contispex. Cautiously, he took it into hand, contemplating his answering. His fury had knew no bounds when he found out that Pandora had vanished from her confines, Andarian Police and Knights scouring the Planet over the next 24 hours for her whereabouts until it was found that she had found a means to relocate abroad. Where exactly, they held no clue. Only that Bull had been charged with following the clues that would trace her down. And here it was, nearly 82 hours since she stepped away from House and Family, and another House had stepped upon their doorstep for her. As his hand reached to answer the communicator, he pondered just how much they knew, if any, of what transpired. And as the blonde young Lady of House Contispex spoke, he sighed a hidden sigh of relief. Politics were his realm, and as former Student of the Academy here on Andara, he held a great Pizakk face. "Forgive me, mi'lady." He began, a sorrowful expression upon his face as he delivered what he proposed as the truth. "But the sample we had on file was corrupted during acquirement. Without a proper sample, or in this case, her body from Naboo, we are unable to revive her...." Jensen had been careful during Pandora's revival, ensuring the sample came back corrupted and her body listed as lost in transport from Naboo after it was jettisoned and the transport destroyed. His Duty was to his House, after all, and with Lady Miriam unable to conceive, Pandora was his only heir after Sampson ensured he could not be cloned to save them from the effects lose and cloning held over many of the Great Sovereign Houses. A conservative naturalist, Sampson had signed a DNC order even before his enrollment at Anaxes. "As for the Pandora during my son's Memorium, that was simply an actor put on for show to ensure the faith of the people of Andara remained unwavering during the Remembrance Ceremony." He finished, attempting to cover his bases incase he had gotten a bit rusty in his latter years. "We may have fallen since the death of my son, but I assure you, we are not in ruin." With that, he gave a solemn salute and closed with a simple request. "However, if the Sovereign does recover her body, please secure a viable sample. We desperately need our heir."

Andara 5 Days Later It had been a week since she had been confined to her room unjustly, five days since she last laid her mind's eye upon her adoptive parents when she was informed of her reassignment back to House Maximus. To be truthful, if it had been any circumstance, she would have openly welcomed her chance to serve the House in which she had come to call her family. But she couldn't help but feel something was amiss, something wasn't right. These were not the ones who openly welcomed her into the family just a year ago. There was a sense of hidden agendas. But what, she couldn't figure out. Even Jezelle, whom often excused their actions, seemed to know something she did not, her mind guarded with thoughts of randomness every time she entered the room with Pandora. And Bull, whom she looked toward as an elder brother, stayed as far away from her as he could when he wasn't guarding her door. She felt captive, felt reserved, stifled even. And she was on the verge of madness in the why and how combining with her own sadness. Sampson's memory had been shamed. It wasn't in their silence that she felt the most betrayed, nor in their distancing. No. It was in their actions and words that were spoken that morning. The House was always put first and foremost above individual need. It was in that honor that the Maximus lineage prided themselves the most, the House an extension of the Empire. It dishonored all those whom gave their individual lives. It dishonored Sampson's sacrifice. That was like a vibrodagger to the very core of her soul. It was like spitting in their very faces. And that simply wasn't Lord Jensen. Crying herself to sleep had become a constant these past few days, her soul torn by honor and desires. She felt honored bound to stay, in a sense, but knew that it was her desire as well, if only to please the man and woman who had given her this life. But honor demanded her to resume her role outside of this confine, to sacrifice herself for the greater good rather than hide away like a princess from a holovid. Or was this her desire and her mind's way of twisting it to honor Sampson's memory. She was on the verge of being unable to tell truth from lie nor right from wrong. Hence why she sobbed the most when these thoughts crossed her mind, her mind on the verge of completely losing what she was reality. And so she slept. Slept with hope tomorrow would bring more sense. And yet... She stood upon a distant world of alien origins, robes not of her own nor of the House's colors. They were remnant of the ones Lady Cassandra wore, but were slightly different. Upon her hip was a Lightsaber, one that she knew extended into that of a Pike, it's silver synthetic blade reminiscent of the Imperial Knights, but didn't know how she knew. There was knowledge in her head, memories of her own, but not her own, of wars and strife, of trillions misplaced and her hands meant to aid. And there, upon the precipice of her dreamscape and waking, a singular name she knew and felt with her soul echoed in her mind. A soul that resonated with, a displaced Queen who's people were broken along with their world much like her own memories before Dark Sun. "Namari" This was the first time she had woken to tears, both a puzzled look upon her face and a emptiness in her chest that preceeded even the loss she had felt over Sampson's death, as it life it's self was on the verge of death and it echoed through everything. Despite this being a simple dream, she couldn't help but feel dread and dismay at the surreality of it, it beckoning her soul even in her waking moments as she wiped away the tears. Why did she keep dreaming of being a Knight of the Empire? And whom was this Namari? She could feel it's truth even upon the Force, yet, held no memory of it. It was that night that she made her departure from Andara under the cover of darkness and hidden paths. In truth, her only confines had been herself until now. But how would Lord Jensen and Lady Miriam react to her desertion? How would the Imperial Remnant react? And why did the Force pull her so firmly?

Andara 14 Days Later Citdel Terek rested atop the bustling Andara Proper at the heart of it's lavishly cityscape, a jewel afloat on a sea of gems as the sun rose across it's horizon. Today was the day. Only two weeks remained of her leave from the Imperial Navy, and so, Pandora stood before her vanity with determination and confidence as she prepared herself for breakfast. And yet, outside the confines of her home, the city held more life than what she had experienced over the course of her leave. Pandora exited her room with Jezelle behind her, Bull stationed outside her room per the usual. Silently in her head, she scoffed as she passed the Captain. He had been hovering over her the last two weeks and she was beginning to feel stifled. She was sixteen. A Corporal in the Imperial Navy... She had seen war at Kuat... Felt the loss of Sampson gravely... She didn't need a consistent chaperone... Or so she felt. But her duty as heir to the House of Maximus bound her to it's Patriarch's wishes, no matter how she felt. It was simply the way. In Andarian Culture, as the House Motto suggests, the honor of the family came before the needs of its members. Breakfast was the only time she held a chance to really talk to her mother and father. "I'd like to join the Imperial Knights." She brought up so casually amidst the ongoing conversation of morning gossip about other families and Andarian Politics that her mother and father had begun to put on for show since their return. "Lady Cassandra.... Taken aback in shock, her mother and father quickly locked eyes, something they hadn't done in days, before her father's face turned red with anger and his fist slammed upon the table. "Absolutely not. Your Days in service to the Sovereign... Imperial Remnant are done." In the midst of her own shock that nearly fluttered her heart from her chest and nearly regurgitated through her mouth, a gut wrenching pain taking its place, Pandora missed his misspoken words as heartbreak and betrayal filled her chest. She could only utter a single word in reply. "W-w-wh-y?" "It's already done." He spoke firmly, his gaze shifting from her form and his eyes shifting the table. "I requested that you return to your duties for the House, and it has been granted. The rest of your tour will be spent at home where you are needed most." As he spoke, each word that came from his lips felt like a new dagger digging into her chest leaving her speechless and in pain. She loved her life aboard Star Destroyers. She felt her duty was there. It was the honor of the House that she needed to uphold, just as he and Sampson had before her, and the generations before them. Every member had served. Had the loss of Sampson been so great that it made him selfish? It would bring dishonor for a Heir to not serve. After all, it was he and Sampson that pulled the strings that go her into service. But before she could even begin to question his true motives, she felt her mother's hand console her own. "The Patriarch has spoken. We are all bound by his word." "But mother..." She went to speak, but both her mother and father turned back to their plates, her father ending the conversation. "I have spoken. Bull, Jezelle, escort Pandora back to her room until she has accepted my verdict." As Bull stepped forward, he notional to her to come as he reached for her arm and Jezelle gathered her plate, Pandora looked at both of them still reeling in shock and feeling dumbfounded as the news of her redistribution to Andara truly took its toll. She was confused, angry, felt betrayed and imprisoned because of Sampson's loss. It was irrational, selfish, and dishonorable. This wasn't adhering to the House's Motto at all. Why would Jenson do this? This shamed Sampson's death.

Andara: Core Worlds Four Days Later... Much had transpired since her parents had returned home to Citdel Terek despite her constant dreams that haunted her mind at night and migraines that dulled the days. Pandora spent most of her time in her studies while her adoptive parents prepared Sampson's memorial and held a Ball in his honor. Pandora thought it strange that she wasn't able to attend despite her having dressed for the occasion out of routine, but shrugged it off as an moment of respite for the immediate family to honor their fallen heir or possibly to risk straining her mind and making her migraines worse. But she would admit that it hurt. Outside of Bull and Jezelle, she hadn't had any contact with the outside world since she woke in the infirmary after her fall. Strangely enough, she couldn't even remember her fall. But with it only having been two years since her finding at Dark Sun Station and the loss of her memory then, she pondered whether or not the fall could have placed more damage to what had already transpired. And yet, still, something felt off about the entire thing. Her mind's gaze shifted to Bull who sat quietly in the corner as he stared out her window upon the cityscape of Andara Proper, pondering whether to bring it up, but decided against it as to not further hurt Lord Brennan and Lady Miriam as they grieved the first memoriam of Sampson's death. So instead, she remained in silence as she finished her studies before blowing out the illuminating candle that perched above her desk before turning in for the night. The next day brought the memoriam in Sampson's honor to a head as Lord Brennan and other Matukai Adepts preformed the Ceremonial Remembrance, a physical meditation that focused upon strengthening the body and purify the cluster of emotions that grief brought upon the mind and soul. Each of those present took part, a sacral dance performed behind closed doors and away from public eye as reporters sat patiently outside. But for Pandora, the act became quite taxing upon her and Bull eventually took her home after slipping out the backside of the Conclave. At home, there was much food and drink for the public to partake in Sampson's honor, but after the taxing ceremony, Lord Brennan suggested that Pandora rest and take care of herself away from the public that awaited her arrival. So she did, Jezelle bringing a plate for her to eat later as she laid to rest. Before Pandora knew it, night had arrived and Bull escorted her to the Citadel's cyrpt where Sampson's remains were kept so that she could mourn in her own way free of prying eyes that being of House Maximus brought, even in its decline. Placing a hand upon the stoned sarcophagus, Lady Pandora began to weep as memories of Anaxes, her visits to Andara with him, and being stationed together at Kuat brought back her feelings of remorse, her having lived when she should have died. Slipping aside his tomb, she wailed like a banshee until her voice became course with strain and her body felt too heavy to bare. And even then, she kept weeping. By the time morning came, Bull had already carried her to her room and placed Jezelle to watch over her. Breakfast was unusually bland that morning as Lord Brennan and Lady Miriam sat mostly in silence where their usual candor would have lit up the room with laughter and discord. Pandora would have chalked it up to their grief, but there was more than what met the eye as the evidentiary rift between the two smoldered the room with a metaphorical stench and neither gave off the presence of grief. Lord Brennan was a Matukai Adept, so his hidden emotions were plausible. But Lady Miriam was usually an open book. Still, Pandora did not pry, but ate in silence and excused herself to continue her studies. She would make her approach over joining the Imperial Knights at a later date. But it would have to be done before her month of leave was up.

Andara: Core Worlds The pain was excruciating as Pandora picked herself from upon the ground and charged at the Sith with her pike's silver blade extended, her mind wavering between consciousness and the abysmal darkness of unconsciousness. Reeling her blade back, she struck forward with it, intent to pierce his heart. But it was to no avail, an existence in a memory that was based in lies. Reality set in as she gasped her final breaths, her face crushed in partially as she gurgled on her own blood and her last sights were of would be rescuers arriving too late. Then there was nothing. Pandora sat straight up upon her bed beneath drenched sheets as she reached for her face with a slender hand, horror and panic within her heart and in her hastened breaths. But why she inquired in silence as she realized familiar smells and sounds, a nearby presence all too familiar coming in a rush. Her mind was foggy and unclear, as she pushed aside the drenched sheets and rose to meet the arrival of Bull as he burst through the doors. "Lady Pandora, is everything alright?" He questioned, his gaze shifting about the room cautiously before settling upon his Miralukian charge. "I heard your scream clear across the hall." Confused, Pandora looked upon him through her mind's eye despite the fright shown even behind her veiled face. "I screamed?" She questioned as she wiped sweat from her cheek and brought her hands to her waist. "I... I don't remember." Pandora's head began to hurt as she tried to think back, to remember why she screamed. But all that came to her was waking up scared and alone, and before that, a stroll through the market the day before. And yet, there was an undeniable sense of dread and anger in her mind that she could not place. Only it's existence. In silence, she sat down on her bed with her hands in her lap, Bull coming to her side and placing his hands upon her shoulders. "Lay back." He spoke as he urged her form back in bed. "Perhaps it was just a bad dream. Shall I have your Lady in Wait fetch you some warm milk?" Pandora simply shook her head as it pressed against the feathered pillow and felt her drenched sheets and covers being pulled upon her form and cover her. "But perhaps something for my head. It aches Bull." His only words blurred as he departed, Pandora catching it as she covered her eyelets with her left forearm until Jezelle returned with her medicine. There was much to do today, and she didn't need a migraine today of all days. Her adoptive parents were coming home, and she needed to be ready and Bull could only do so much by himself. He was a great Warrior and Ward, but without proper guidance, he would be no more than a wild animal. He already lived like one.

Identity Real Name: Pandora Legatha Maximus I A.K.A: Homeworld: Unknown Species: Miralukian Hybrid Physical Description Age: 16 Height: 5'0 Weight: 115lbs Hair: Platinum Eyes: N/A Sex: Female Distinctive Features/Scars: Veil to cover her Miralukian features. Personality/Traits: Pandora carries a sense of serene, regal, and calm in her presence, a sense only matched by her soft tone when speaking and her kind smile that adorns her face normally. Despite the facade that she adorns, there is sadness in her eyes and a longing for adventure. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Attire in the colors of House Maximus Weapon: N/A Common Inventory: Change of Clothes, Credits, Sovereign ID, Holdout Blaster Faction Information Force User Alignment: Light Current Faction Affiliation: Sovereign Alliance Current Faction Rank: Specialist/Noble History Class: N/A Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: As a Miralukian Hybrid, she has a inherent natural affinity for Force Sight. Pre-Faction Background: Not much is known of her life before Dark Sun Station a few years ago, having been found adrift by the Imperial Navy after the battle as one of the few survivors. Wrecked with Amnesia, she holds no more than a few glimpses of her previous life. Faction Background: N/A Champion Real Name: Adrian Maximus IV A.K.A: Bull Homeworld: Andara Species: Human Physical Description Age: 28 Height: 5'9 Weight: 175lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Distinctive Features/Scars: Scar leading from upper Left Forehead across face to Lower right cheek, cybernetic left eye. Personality/Traits: Bull is loyal beyond reason, head strong and fiercely protective. He is a man of few words, whether it be in public or in private. Only speaks when he feels the need to. Equipment Clothing or Armor: House Maximus Heavy Armor forged of Chronium and painted partially in Gold to signify his House allegiance and rank. Weapon: Chronium Pike Common Inventory: Civies, Credits, Repeater Blaster Faction Information Non-Force User Alignment: Lawful Current Faction Affiliation: Sovereign Alliance Current Faction Rank: Captain of the Guard for House Maximus History Class: Militant Trained by: N/A Trained who: N/A Known Skills: As Captain of the Guard for House Maximus, Bull is proficient in Hand to Hand Combat, Rifles, and Pike Combat. Pre-Faction Background: Bull rarely speaks of his life, but what is known is that he is a bastard and as such is a eunuch, castrated at birth. Faction Background: Bull has been within House Maximus his entire life. He started his path to Knighthood as a Squire in the Royal Army and eventually climbed the ranks to Captain of the Royal Guard at 22. Recently appointed as Lady Pandora's chaperone and caretaker. He holds no qualms with this appointment.

House Maximus Creed "Domus Ante Singulos" Heraldry Moated Tower with Sun behind it, two pikes crossing the front of the Tower with a single Crown front and center History An ancient Imperial House of the highest order, House Maximus originally held it's humble beginnings on their homeworld of Chandrila before the rise of the Galactic Empire. What started as a larger vineyard took a discourse through the First Galactic Empire when tensions and disputes were rampant amongst the noble houses of Chandrila and inevitably lead House Maximus to join as soldiers and spies. During the rise of the Rebel Alliance and New Republic, the then in exile House Maximus continued its prosperity through litigation and business and eventually led to the true establishment of House Maximus under the Imperial Banner until the succession of the Imperial Remnant under Lady Raven. Many of the House's leaders have served the Empire through the Generations, beginning with Patriarch Jenson Maximus and recently ended with the death of Sampson Maximus, only born of Patriarch Brennan Maximus, at the last battle of Kuat. Only surviving heir is Lady Pandora Legatha Maximus I, an adopted alien whom their son had been engaged to. House Colors Gold and Chronium Capital Citadel Terek, Andara

Her intent was well away from the outcome she received, the moments of war concocted into a blurred passing of time where will met will in a clash of uncertainty. This Sith was a powerful one, his own will binding the essence of the Unified Force and constricting its own even as she stood not only a martyr against his, but an ally of all things natural and alive. In the moments that became reality, she felt his will grow in strength, his tenents a blight upon her own, as he turned into her own and use it against her and those she sought to protect. Sparks flew from her blade's connection with his twisted form, feeling his present stepping toward her as the arc of silver fell to open field. By the time she held a moment to react, he was upon her, his foul breath misting upon her form as her arms brought back her extended Pike to aim for center mass. And yet, despite her agility, as the ground beneath her tremored and shook beneath her feet, deterring her focus and allowing his will to become reality in a monumentous clash of blood, ice, bone and steel. Songsteel to be precise. A gift of Cassandra's to her before the war, a gift she cherished with all of her soul. And here it was, saving her life when she needed it most. It was a hard lick to take, as her form reeled and nearly lifted from the contact as exploding ice broke against her cheek and veil, the crunching of bone fractures splitting and splintering beneath her skin. All she could in this singular moment, as her Songsteel Veil lifted from her face to reveal her surprised facial features, was fall. Yet, in his rush, he had failed to do her in as she stumbled backwards and fell to one knee, her mind rattled and hanging onto the consciousness that remained lucid. Her pain was enormous, her head fuzzy amidst the moment and barely coherent. It could have spelt the end for her, if his focus had not shifted so quickly. She should have known better than to have gotten so close, that her true strength was in the distance she had trained herself for. But this was war, and in war, mistakes are made without the intent. And for this, she had paid a heavy price. Blood replaced tears from her eyeless gaze as it poured from the wound he had inflicted. She could feel the nauseousness of her concussion aching to release as her gaze shifted toward Aidan and his plight. It took everything she had to manage to lift herself instead of falling down from her infliction. And it nearly killed her as she gave a stern look in his direction. For her observations had foretold his truth. He was nothing more than a beast intent on a singular target. That would be his failure. Darkness threatened to encroach her mind as she rose from the blood soaked ground in a final sprint of action. Bringing her elbow up to shoulder length in her charge, she fought against her injuries with everything. Whether Aidan managed to hold him or not, she was but a wounded blur upon the wind. If it was the Force's will, then she would welcome her death. Whether it be before or after the Sith's own would be decided momentarily. As soon as she closed the distance, she pushed her blade straight forward with all she could muster, her target his heart, as she drove it true at his rear. She only hoped it stopped him from reaching Namari. ((3 - Great Duel Guys, on all sides. Despite how Aidan feels, I enjoyed seeing pocket sand used in defense, as I'm sure the others did. That said, we all had a part to play, and I am hopeful it rang true. Ready for the Mods.))

Sorrow and remorse quickly swept the battle field as one Lady Namari's men fell to the Sith's blackened blade, collegiating blood pouring out as the whole became two halves. The smell of rust and metal enveloped upon the dusted air as panic set upon the Sovereignty's members and the Darkside clouded the Light. Even Pandora found herself falling victim to the moment as the feeling of dread crept upon her heart not unlike the moments of Nar Shadaa. And yet, war was not unknown to her. Her tutelage under Lady Cassandra had been a long and hard one, buried within the constant battles and diplomacy that war wrought upon the factions. While her time during the war that ensued not so long ago was spent away from Lady Cassandra, she was not far from her own perils and battles, leading small incursions and lesser known battles across the Galaxy. Even at Nar Shadaa, she wasn't close to the one whom had been a mother figure to her since her awakening. And like Nar Shadaa, the feeling of failure crept across her mind like arachnids. It would not happen again. Seeing the Sith's movement amidst the Force, she had little time to shake free of the distraction to block his blade. Spinning the grip of her Pike in her right hand and reinforcing her grip with her left, she brought the the grip up to take the brunt of his attack. Feeling his raw power as her feet slide and dug into the scorched earth that had became Naboo, it took most of her strength to hold her form. And yet, even despite her best intentions, she felt the sorcery of the blade sink into the clothed flesh of her left arm as it's razored edge slid against her Chromium grip. Pandora flinched in the moment, holding the Pike as if had became glued to her, water dripping from her eyeless sockets in pain. And in the moment, her mind posed the possible repercussions of being cut by such a darkly blade. Yet, it had transpired, and now meant little in the grander scheme. Reshifting her focus onto the her opponent, she sought out retribution. Not for her wound or the possibility it might pose, but for rendering her avoidable as he set his own sight upon the others. It was his largest mistake. "Don't you..." Her soft voice turned stern as it echoed across the battlefield, a scolding reverberating within the Force its self as she let her mind explode into the Force and her intent became it's will. Finding his form, she pulled at its center, intent on ending his distancing. She had meant it when she placed herself between him and Namari. If he wanted her, he would have to go through her. Going around was a big no-no. With her mind grasping at his form, she grasped her Pike with both hands and brough it's blade downward, intent on scarring his back and regaining his lustfilled attention. ....turn your back to me." ((2))

Hopelessness was the forethought of those who had given up or given in, and the emotions surrounded Lady Namari like Mynocks to Iego. In a sense, Pandora admired her tenacity. Her resolve to punish those who had wronged her people. But as a Knight of the Sovereign Alliance, it was her job to ensure the peace of it's sovereignty. It was her job to guide those down the path of righteousness. And in the moment that Namari chose the path of war, Pandora had failed in her mission. As the man before them reacted in turn, a feeling of dread washed over Pandora's mind. His darkened blade, it called to her, beckoned to be her end. And as he traversed the distance, her focus settled upon its metallic form, filling her mind like water through a sift. And in truth, a part of her welcomed her end, her rejoining her Master in the afterlife. But her duty was not done. Nor her endeavor. Willing herself back to reality as the blade reached for Aidan, she called upon the Force to her aid. Pandora placed her weight upon the heel of her extended foot, curling her toes within the confines of her boot and she let nature takes in course and gravity take hold. Dropping below it's aim, the blackened blade centimeters from her near white platinum hair as his swing came in wide, she grinned and drug her leg back in. Using the Force's will to aid her in her plight, she launched herself into the air after the blades momentum had passed, grasping at her saber with her free hand and with a flick of its switch, extended its form fully and ignited its synthetic silver blade. Like an angel hovering above a demon's demise, Pandora viewed his intent with Pike in hand and passed judgement upon his soul. It was as she had feared. This being was Sith and he sought Namari with intent most foul, and solidified Pandora's convictions. And what went up, must always come down, her convictions not only as a Sovereign Knight flaring in her descent, but her righteousness as a follower of the Light. He may have stepped away at his wounding, but like any beast, his assault would be relentless. And as he went for Namari, Pandora would greet him. And he did, Pandora using the momentum of her descent from above to flip her form forward and use the natural gravity to add weight to her strike with the aid of the Force, striking at his blade's targeting of Namari with vengeance. In pure momentum, her strike would be doubled in strength, kicking up dust and debris in connection of not only her form upon the earth, but of their blades as well. Reeling herself backwards, she placed herself between he and Namari once again, the grin still gracing her face as her presence spoke her own intentions vibrantly. With blade pointed at soil, he would have to transgress her to attain his prize. If Namari's path was one of war, she was obligated to follow it with her. Naboo was the objective of her mission, and it's restoration vital to its continuance. Namari was the head of that mission, and as such, valuable beyond measure. With the destruction of the Sith War Machine, it was the first steps of the Sovereignty to rebuild, and Pandora chose to lead it in memory of her mentor, Lady Cassandra. Peace was the warranted outcome, but first, peace was the needed to be restored in the hearts of those who made up the Sovereignty. If war was the current path, perhaps Justice for Lady Cassandra could be inadvertently found. ((1))

The air was most foul as it shifted cold against the flames of war that had consumed its soil, Pandora's blinded gaze shifting to the forefront as a presence made its approach and her companions reacted. There was a cold darkness about him, and the images that flowed through the Force into her mind's eye only solidified a sociopathic view. She could not read his intent, but his presence spoke volumes. As Aidan's words slipped from his lips, the Sovereign Knight stepped to the forefront of the trio and placed a singular hand from her robes upon Aidan's forarm as it gripped his blade, a slight pull signaling to lower his weapon. Pandora's own presence had shifted, a stern and convicted stance emanating from her as she removed her hand and placed it back upon her robes, her hidden gaze behind the veil a more serious undertone. He was dangerous. This much could be told. But his intent was unknown at the moment, but not unexpected. This place had been razed by the Sith, defiled by the Darkness. So acolytes of such ill worship had become commonplace, even to her knowledge. "You must forgive my companions. I am Sovereign Knight Pandora Legatha Maximus the First..." She spoke, a soured disdain hidden behind a sweetness to her voice as she nodded her head in their meeting. "Tell me. Is it such commonplace for peasants to approach their Queen in such a manner, or have the atrocities of Naboo corrupted your mannerism?" A subtle shift of her form would go unnoticed as Pandora placed her weight upon her left heel, hidden behind the looseness of her robes to mimic the application of idle stance and her arm dropped closely to her own blade should it be required. However, she took neither gaze nor mind's eye off the approaching being as she studied the language of his body and presence within the Force. "Surely, with the destruction of Theed, there is much more worked to be done..." The muscles of her face contoured behind the Veil, narrowing as the Force swirled about her swiftly, it's will beckoning upon her call for it's aid should it be required. And yet, she held her composure despite her uneasiness about his presence. "If not, I would ask that you depart. You are unwelcome to make such an approach while she remains under our care."

The voyage had been a rather uneventful time, but time that Pandora had spent in service. Before departing Ylesia, she had spent most of the predeparture aiding in loading the supplies and leaving Namari with her friend to get reacquainted and focus on her part of the mission, the reformation of the Imperial Mission... or rather the Sovereign Mission as she found out once departing. Naboo was to be it's first trial, one of success and possibly error if not handled correctly. And the higher ups had left this upon her shoulders, one she gladly bore without resentment. The path to peace was through charity, whether or not many agreed with her sentiment. And the work allowed her to focus on the here and now rather than the losses that haunted her after Nar Shadaa. She would not allow her Master's teachings, and death, be in vain. As they arrived at Naboo, the remnants of the Sith's presence could be felt all the way into space, the emotional lingerings of chaos and loss seeping from the planet below like the stench of rotting garbage. As an empath, she could feel the emotions rolling across her own, both lingering and present as the Naboo cried for retribution and help. It took all she had within her not to confused her own with what she felt. And yet, as the cruiser shifted closer, darkness still permeated deeply within the heart of the world, sending her senses into a tense moment of worry. One she could feel in Namari's companion. Nevertheless, she remained in silence and kept close to them as Namari's return to Naboo drew closer. "There is a difference between being kind and being dependent." Pandora spoke, looking over the ruins and responding of her own accord as she noticed the pain and anger within the young Queen. "But no world is left unscathed by the Darkside when the Sith turn their eyes upon it. Naboo and Nar Shadaa hold testament to this truth, mi'lady." Pandora's blinded gaze motioned to Darkfire before turning her attention to the unloading of supplies, many of the crates holding the markings of the Imperial Remnant Insignia. Not that it held any merit now with the new Emperor taking the throne and the last remnants of the Imperial Knights being forged anew. Still, her mission was clear here and politics meant little out in the field. She would continue onward and restore the Sovereign Mission, Naboo being the first of many successful steps.

There was a brief moment of silence after Lady Namari's words before Pandora's grip upon her robes only intensified before letting loose one hand to place upon Namari's own as a smile graced her face. "Think nothing of it." She replied with wholeheartedness. The two were both young and passionate in their endeavors. Little displays of emotions were commonplace enough during these demanding times that something insignificant to the larger scheme came and went like breaths of air. For Pandora, the larger picture of hope, was her only goal. "We've only just met, and times carry heavy weight upon us all. Our time together should iron out any wrinkles." Removing her hand to motion Namari to take the lead, Pandora awaited her rise before rising from her own seating to begin following. If she could aid just one person and inspire a lifetime of hope, then her Master's death along side her Mistress wouldn't have been in vain. Her smile remaining, she spoke. "Please. Lead the way."

Pandora could only initially sigh at the Queen's response, the aura of the young woman's anger and resentment razed red and a moment of silence enveloping the two. Perhaps in her cander, Pandora misspoke, or implied something that wasn't meant. She could have imposed, but knew that it would only make things worse, and Pandora didn't want to take such a route. Instead, she gripped at her robes, sighed, and let her heart speak its truth. "Forgive my ignorance, mi'lady. I wasn't implying that I could know anything of what you feel or know your plight." Pandora's soft tone carried an embarrassed undertone and her cheeks flushed beneath her veil. "I only wished to give hope using the story of my people and the world of Alpheridies that they now call home." "But the truth is, what is it that I even know of my people? Or who I even was." Her blinded gaze shifts to meet that of Namari's own, hidden behind the veil and yet almost as if her true visage could be glanced in that brief moment. Gripping again at her robes, she continued. "I am an orphan of both heritage and past, a being without a history. The only path I know is forward." A halfhearted smile broke beneath her veil, a semblance that could barely break its thin opaque cloth. Pandora could only hope her words settled Namari's anger. But if not, perhaps the revelation could at least extend a branch of trust. "I'd like to offer my help in the Naboo's path forward, if you would have it."

Her words, as much as her presence in the Force, nearly mimicked what Pandora felt, herself, deep within the confines of her own inner peace. Having lost her Master, Lady Cassandra, as well as Lady Raven and so many others at Nar Shadaa, it not only brought sorrow to the heart, but plagued one with self doubt and questioning. But Pandora hid it well on the outside, her expression encroaching a soft smile as she responded. "As long as there is breath within one's lungs, there is freedom." Pandora spoke softly, offering out her hand to encouraged Namari as she placed it upon the Lady's own. "The freedom to accept things as they are, or to change them." Pandora respectfully withdrew her hand and offered the Queen to walk with her, before turning to. Placing her hands upon her robes, the began her trek. "Forgive me for being candid, but while Naboo may not be hospitable, mi'lady, it's people are not." She continued on, her gape barely revealing the steps she took. "This is something I know all too well. Are you familiar with the history of my species?" She gave Namari as chance to respond. "All but a select few of my species do not even remember the name of our former homeworld. And I am, sadly, one of the ignorant." A half hearted chuckle escape her lips at the revelation, albeit, if she held any knowledge before Dark Sun Station, it was long lost. "Being half human only brings resentment from those that do, I have found, despite being visually indifferent to someone full Miralukian." Realizing she had changed course in the conversation, she stopped her stroll abruptly, and turned to the Queen leisurely. "The important thing is that it matters not where you come from, but where your traditions and values come from. They are what forge the generations that follow you. Find strength in that." While there was a regal and wise presence about Pandora, mostly instilled by her former Master, she was still inexperienced, especially in the art of politics and negotiations. She held a tendency to confused and jumble her words and intended expressions. She only hoped that they were received. But before she could open her mouth and speak to this, Lady Namari's comm chirped and Pandora withdrew her comment. Only the next few moments would express if her words of inspiration had been heard.

Her duties usually included what most considered mundane, such as helping around the many mess tents used to feed the Refugees, as well as a few hours tending to and aiding the recovering patients in the medical tents, and on occasion, helping wayward sentients in their displacement. And in her time outside of duty, she could be typically found wandering around the encampments. Seeing through the Force was rarely described and hard to convey. It was more feeling than actually seeing for most, similar to feeling winds swirl around one's self as emotions of intentions of others rolled across one's frame. But for Miralukians, evolution had only intensified it to a stronger degree in a near mimicry of a mixture of Force Sight with a vibration of echolocation. It was as if the Force within them vibrated at a frequency that gifted a more vibrant sight to the point that moments of clarity appeared within their minds. So in her moments of wandering, she tended to walk about the encampments simply to observe. Some mornings brought glimmers of joy and hope as the Alliance began to reforge what the Sith had nearly destroyed. Some refugees found new homes on other worlds, bringing hope of a new life while others chose to stay and begin the colonization of Ylesia. But some days brought sorrow and despair, forged from sicknesses and losses that could not be overcome. One that she could understand on a personal level. And for Pandora, most of all, it was witnessing life that calmed and centered her the most whether it presented its self in sorrow or in joy. But her biggest joy was in catching the small glimpses of the children at play, finding that in any given situation, the youth always seemed to find the better of the worse. And to not only feel their emotions in the Force, but to catch glimpses of it in her mind only strengthened her internal resolve. This was why she had submitted her plans to restore the Imperial Mission to the higher ups. For through the Imperial Mission, moments like Ylesia could be more organized and ready. Having left her duties at Medical Quadrant Delta Six in Sector Alpha near the center of the Encampments, a rolling emotion of hopelessness caught her attention as the vision of @Queen Namaricame across her mind in their passing. Pivoting on her heels, and shifting her blind gaze upon the Queen of Naboo, realizing the person she had encountered and the revelations that weighed upon her young shoulders, Pandora spoke. "What bothers you so, mi'lady?" Pandora's tone was soft and sweet, but carried an undertone of sorrow and understanding. "Nothing is ever hopeless as long as you breath."

Sweat beaded across sienna skin behind the clothed hides of a training tent as the hum and clash of a synthetically silver blade emitted from within. For passersby, it was a typical sound for those within the Imperial Encampment to hear, especially with the surgence of Imperial Knights. However, within, it's sight was anything but typical as the small figured Miralukian meditated in her movements and strengthened her connection to the Force. For the Imperial Knight within wasn't just any wayward Knight. She was the prodigy of Lady Cassandra. She was Lady Pandora Legatha Maximus, and her existence was as complicated as the will of the Force. Her story began just a few short years ago at the conclusion of the Battle of Dark Sun Station. Unconscious, her mind broken, Pandora was found adrift within one of the Station's escape pods. When the Imperial Remnant located and rescued her, she was found to have no memories of her previous life and all attempts made to recover them threatened to shatter her very existence. This was the first time Lady Cassandra and Pandora met, and during her recovery at Anaxes over the course of the year that followed, the two became bonded. But Cassandra wasn't the only one Pandora bonded with neither. For in her recovery, a young Imperial Marine named Sampson Maximus came into her life. And in him, Pandora found a kinship. The next time that Cassandra and Pandora met, Pandora had followed Sampson into the Imperial Marines and found the girl broken once again. But this time, it was a matter of the heart and not one of the mind. What began as a helping hand and words of encouragement inevitably turned into tutorship and eventually an Apprenticeship. Under Lady Cassandra's guidance, Pandora quickly grew not only as a person, but as an Imperial Citizen and Squire. And by the time that the Battle of Nar Shadaa came, Pandora was ready to be named a full fledged Imperial Knight. But Nar Shadaa came at a price, one that Pandora quickly found steep and despite her attempts at understanding them, found herself instead struggling with them deeply so. And so, we meet Pandora in her struggles to rise above them, to settle her heart and mind in the ancient art of Alchaka. For most Wardens, Meditation is essential. Most find it a reflection not only of themselves, but as a means of centering themselves. And yet, for Pandora, it was much more. It was a moment of release, a moment of silent contemplation and expression, away from the prying eyes of others where she could let go and simply express herself. It was a moment where she could drop the smile and embrace her sadness and grief. A moment of balancing herself. Deactivating her saber and collapsing it's form, Pandora dropped to her knees in exhaustion. Her hair soaked from sweat draped over her face and songsteel veil, she sat there, and sighed. Deep down, she knew there was nothing that could have been done, no other path taken. But she couldn't help but question neither, a constant mental bombardment of what ifs as well as self guilt. Swiping the hair from her face, she reached for the cup of water upon the weapons crate, taking a solemn drink before placing it back and reaching for her robes. Her moment of solitude was fleeting, and her duties would soon call her back into action. It was time to gather herself. When Pandora emerged from within the tent, her hair was braided and her robes straight, a humble smile upon her face as her gaze met those that passed by and her hands clung to the sash that wrapped her waist, a maiden of the Imperial Knights. For this is who Pandora was. Duty before persona, obligation before self. Moments of weakness were understandable, but could not last. This is who Cassandra taught her to be, and in her memory, this is who she would continue to be.

Identity Real Name: Pandora Legatha Maximus I A.K.A: Homeworld: Unknown Species: Miralukian Hybrid Physical Description Age: 19 Height: 5'2 Weight: 125lbs Hair: Platinum Eyes: N/A Sex: Female Distinctive Features/Scars: Songsteel Veil gifted by Lady Cassandra to honor her clarity of sight. Personality/Traits: Pandora carries a sense of serene, regal, and calm in her presence, a sense only matched by her soft tone when speaking and her kind smile that adorns her face normally. She can come across harsh and strict, but mostly her enemies tend to bring that side out in her. Though she still remains a soldier at heart, she is a member of the Imperial Knights first and foremost. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Imperial Missionary Robes, Songsteel Ceremonial Veil gifted by Lady Cassandra for her clarity of sight Weapon: Synthetic Silver Bladed Chromium Lightsaber Pike Common Inventory: Change of Clothes, Credits, Imperial ID, Holdout Blaster Faction Information Force User Alignment: Light Current Faction Affiliation: Imperial Knights Current Faction Rank: Knight History Class: Warden Trained by: Cassandra Trained who: N/A Known Skills: Having recently advanced from Squire to Knight, Pandora holds a fundamental knowledge of the basic skills with a slight emphasis on Telekinesis and Alchaka. As a Miralukian Hybrid, she has a inherent natural affinity for Force Sight. Her preferred Combat Form is a combination of the offensive capabilities of Force integration in Niman with an emphasis of the defensive capabilities of Soresu and a marginal knowledgeable grasp upon Telekinesis Lightsaber Combat that focuses on her skill with the Lightsaber Pike. Pre-Faction Background: Not much is known of her life before Dark Sun Station a few years ago, having been found adrift by the Imperial Navy after the battle as one of the few survivors. Wrecked with Amnesia, she holds no more than a few glimpses of her previous life. Faction Background: Found adrift in an escape pod at the Battle of Dark Sun Station by the Imperial Navy, Pandora spent most of the first year in a medical facility on Anaxes. It was here where most of her life began, including the name she carries. During her time on Anaxes, she became close with a wounded soldier by the name of Sampson, whom she followed into the Imperial Marines after their release. During her time as an Imperial Marine, she met and befriended Lady Cassandra, and was later taken on as Lady Cassandra's Squire. After the Battle of Nar Shadaa, Pandora rose to the Rank of Imperial Knight. Has recently took the initiative to restore the Imperial Mission.